The Fantastic Responsibility of Aurora & Ice

The meter of indulgence in fantasy
and its suffering
delivers a pointed question:

not so much
“What do I want?”

as

“What amount of wanting
constitutes genuine desire?”
“What degree of genuine desire
registers in my own theory of identity,
and my faculty of choice?”

The symbolic matrices
of our shared reality
tax our energy as their tribute,
drinking their lifeblood in our libido,

and, casting it in rods and shapes,
return our desires to ourselves
in alien rhythms

and ask of us
which children we
will choose to bear our names.